The fourth chapter. Now I don't know a thing about waltzing, but my friend did and she tried to teach me. So my friend deserves some credit on the waltzing part. I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Disclaimer: If I'd own them, I would be rich! But, alas, I don't. Dick Wolf does and he's rich!
It was late in the afternoon when Fin hung up the phone and sighed.
"Warner isn't available. Sounds like the morgue were already having a party of their own and she's going out with her husband. She apologized though. What about you Munch?" he said.
Munch kept looking at his phone on his desk.
"Haven't you called Casey, yet!" exclaimed Fin.
"No, he's been sitting there for the past three hours looking at his phone," said Benson smirking.
Stabler then coughed which remotely sounded like "Chicken." Munch tore his view away from his phone and looked at him.
"I'm not a chicken!" he cried.
"Are too," said Stabler and began to make chicken sounds.
"Why…you little…you…" began Munch.
Stabler kept making the sounds and Benson and Fin began roaring with laughter which infuriated Munch even more.
"Why are you laughing, Fin! You don't even have a date!"
"At least I called unlike you," said Fin, laughing.
Munch grumbled and then he picked up the phone and dialed the ADA's office phone number.
"Casey Novak please," he said when the operator asked him which ADA he wanted to speak to.
"Please hold," said the operator.
Munch began to tap his fingers on his desk while Stabler quieted everyone in the squad room. They were still smirking when Novak picked up her phone.
"Hello?" she asked.
It took all their will power to not burst out laughing in front of Munch.
"Uh, Casey?" he asked hesitantly.
"Why John! How are you? Do you have case?"
"Well, um, sorta."
More smirking.
"What is it then?"
"Wouldyouliketogooutwithmeonthetwentyfifth?" he asked quickly.
"Huh?" she asked.
"Uh, would you…like…to, um…go out with me on the twenty fifth for a dance?" he asked and then he closed his eyes and waited for Novak's answer.
"What for?" she asked.
Munch nearly fell from his seat. "The NYPD is hosting a dance and I need a date to go," he said sheepishly.
"Do we need to wear anything specific?"
"A ball gown."
"Hmm, well I was planning to go to a party my boss was throwing, but I'll think I'll come to this. What time?"
"It starts at seven, but why don't you come here on Christmas day and bring your stuff? We're all going."
"All meaning the squad?"
"Yeah."
"Since when did you celebrate Christmas?"
"When my partner pointed a gun at my head and told me I had to celebrate or else my front door was coming down."
Novak laughed over the phone.
"Okay, then. I'll see you on Christmas morning," she said.
"Bye," said Munch.
"Bye" said Novak and she hung up.
Munch hung up the phone and quietly sat at his seat.
"Well?" asked Fin.
"She said yes…" Munch said quietly.
"What?"
"SHE SAID YES! WOOHOO! I'M GOING TO THE BALL! I'M GOING TO THE BALL!"
Benson and Stabler looked at each other and Munch began to do a little jig.
"Rub it in, John, rub it in," muttered Fin.
Munch stopped dancing and walked over to Fin and patted his back.
"You'll find someone, don't worry," said Munch.
Fin nodded.
Cragen walked out of his office and everyone turned to look at him.
"What the hell is that you're wearing on your feet, Captain?" asked Benson as she looked at his feet.
"My dancing shoes," he said.
"What?" asked Stabler.
"I'm wearing my dancing shoes because I'm gonna to teach you guys how to waltz," said Cragen.
"Oh great," said Fin, "I can't wait to see this."
"I wouldn't be saying too much, Fin, seeing as you don't have a date yet."
Benson and Stabler snickered.
"Seeing as you two have nothing else to do, why don't you get off your asses and be as an example for Munch and Fin?"
"But, we don't know how to waltz!" shouted Stabler.
"Just do it already," snarled Cragen and the pair stood up quickly.
"Now Elliot, place your right hand below Olivia's left shoulder blade. Now raise your left arm to her eye level."
Stabler did as he was told.
"Now Olivia, place your left hand on his right shoulder and now grab his left hand with your right."
Benson did as she was told.
"Now watch how I move. The waltz is always done in ¾'s time. So the beat is always like this…one, two, three, one, two, three, and so on. The position you are in is called the closed position."
"Closed meaning, you never leave that position?" asked Munch.
Cragen nodded. "Now watch how I move. Your left foot, El, goes forward while Olivia's right foot goes backward."
Everyone watched him as he demonstrated.
"Now you try it," he said.
Benson and Stabler moved like Cragen demonstrated.
"Okay, good. Now El, move your right foot to the side and Liv you move your left foot to the side like this."
Cragen demonstrated again and Benson and Stabler copied it.
"Okay, then."
And Cragen finished demonstrating the Waltz fifteen minutes later.
"Now you two run through the whole thing," he said.
"This oughta be good," muttered Fin and Munch snickered.
Benson and Stabler got in their dancing positions and started to waltz around the squad room. They got half way into the dance when Stabler stepped on Benson's foot by accident and the both went tumbling down into nearby desk. Munch and Fin roared with laughter as the two turned a very bright red. Even Cragen chuckled.
"Well, we got five days," he said.
"I can't wait to do this dance in a stupid dress," muttered Benson.
"A ball gown dress," added Stabler.
Tomorrow, the squad goes shopping! R&R and post what you might think happen.